Far be it for me to try and get inside Trump’s head (because... My god, can you imagine) but like, he doesn’t REALLY want to be president, right? I don’t understand why we’re all entertaining this as though it's sincere.

Trump’s thin-skinnedness is probably his biggest weakness as a politician. His horrific beliefs aren’t bad, his insubstantial policy objectives aren’t a problem, but the fact that he can’t laugh off or dismiss even the gentlest criticism is going to be deadly for him. He’s not always going to be in a position where he…

No. They’re gross. So terrible. (Google Primanti’s. And next time you’re at a restaurant, see if they have a “Pittsburgh salad.” It’s a salad with fucking french fries on it,because why not?)

Dave is the best of all possible Francos and I kind of love him...

It’s amazing how incest and the molestation of FIVE girls was no problem, but adultery, THIS is where they draw the line.

I grew up on a farm and we raised sheep so I do know about sheep.

Nope. A few years ago I had a roommate who did a master’s in education, but said that the minute she got married she was getting pregnant and the minute she got pregnant she was quitting teaching forever.

THEN WHAT WAS THE POINT OF THAT DEGREE I ASK YOU.

Who’s going to say it first?

collierLA & Artichoke: YES. My brother is also 5&1/2 years younger than me and anyone his age sort of disgusts me, no matter how old he gets. (Not to mention that his gf is 10 years his senior & has 6 kids graaaaagh.)

Hey, maybe he WAS asking for it. But 15-year-olds will also ask for a houseful of free-roaming venomous scorpions as pets, or ask for permission to go base jumping with bank robbers dressed as luchadors. But as goddamn ADULTS, we recognize that CHILDREN will very often ask for things THEY SHOULD NOT BE GIVEN.

This sounds more like a visitation agreement in a divorce case than a sentence in a rape case.

Oh, honey. You are so, so, SO lucky to never had had that manager who would willingly flush you down a toilet to please an asshole customer who is throwing the right flavor of shitfit. Rules don’t matter. Manager’s word is law.

But no one is doing that. Go back to bed.

I hate this woman.

you beautiful, naive land mermaid.

But we’re still cool regarding the filthy, matted Elmos, right?

If, by some huge clerical oversight he managed to actually adopt one he would for sure the refer to it as ‘my rescue’

“maybe 95 out of 100 people that walk past me smile at me or look happy or start laughing, or say hello,”

It’s like he’s never even seen one of our trophy cases.

right? like its right there in the manifesto